The Duvet

I hopped into bed after a shower, and discovered through accident that my duvet feels great. The parents had just left and almost every thought about sex, no matter how minor, has found its mark without difficulty.

I lay back and stretched out as much as I could, my back arching and I could feel all the soreness and stiffness of the day crack and ache its way through. A bit more and I sunk back into my bed with a relaxed composition. I think stretching has to release endorphins, it always feels great having a big stretch.

During the final stretch the underside of my cock rubs against my duvet and to my complete surprise it felt great. Not just "that felt nice", more a tingle that engulfs my cock. I position myself to try this again. I pull the duvet up several inches and fold it over away from me. I shuffle down a bit to meet it.

Now, rubbing yourself against a duvet isn't exactly the most fluid of motions, and it was all quite awkward and clumsy, but damn it felt good. I tried holding the duvet with either hand and rubbing that against myself, or holding it relatively still by placing each hand either side of me and thrusting upwards to meet it.

The orgasm matched my duvet inventiveness by shooting out to the right side, just to keep me on my toes. First time I've managed to dump a load on my right thigh. To be honest, it was no different from my stomach.

The following day I tried again, this time pulling up even more duvet and wrapping it completely around my cock and thrusting into it. This too had the desired effect and I managed to cum "hands free" (I didn't touch myself, only duvet, it sort of counts!)

I was worried about chaffing, getting it anywhere is bad enough, but I couldn't imagine it on my cock. Thankfully, none was found. I'd never considered the duvet before, it was always "just there", but now I see it in an all new light. Sort of like a lazy man's sex toy.